The Barn
The morning air is crisp and clean, the Sun's rays barely glowing upon the eastern horizon.Hot, black coffee sliding down my throat eases some of the chill as it settles in my stomach.
I can see the morning dew clinging to the earth and treetops, just awaiting a nudge to send them falling to the soil.
Dawn is approaching, and soon I hear the horses begin stirring and shifting in their stalls.
The smell of warm horse hair, saddle leather, and hay creat a euphoria unlike any other on God's green earth, and I pause to enjoy the experience for one more morning.
Running a hand across a curious friend's face and breathing into his nose while he nudges my pockets for sugar treats.
Nothing in this world is more peaceful as enjoying a morning of dawn in the barn.
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